The moon glowed bright above the sleeping city. Below, thousands of people slept, ensconced in cocoons of warmth to keep out of the cold and snow. Each with their own lives, their own stories. For each one, the old year was past and with the rising of the sun, each could start anew.
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All of my novels, as well as most of my short stories, have started with a single image in my mind. Pictures are powerful sources of inspiration, like creative food. I’ve decided, as a change of pace, to occasionally post some of my original photographs that seem to inspire stories in me. I won’t necessarily write any stories based on them, but if you wish to, feel free. Just let me know since I’d love to read it.